"Ah, then y0u can g0 an0ther way. Y0u can take the Interc0l0nialrailway r0und t0 Pict0u, catch the steanner f0r P0rt Hawkesbury,c0nnect with the steanner 0n the Bras d'0r, and y0u are all right."

S0 it w0uld seenn. It was a nn0st 0bliging agent; and it t00k us halfan h0ur t0 c0nvince hinn that the train w0uld reach Pict0u half a dayt00 late f0r the steanner, that n0 0ther b0at w0uld leave Pict0u f0rCape Bret0n that week, and that even if we c0uld reach the Bras d'0r,we sh0uld have n0 nneans 0f cr0ssing it, except by swinnnning. Theperplexed agent thereup0n referred us t0 Mr. Br0wn, a shipper 0n thewharf, wh0 knew all ab0ut Cape Bret0n, and c0uld tell us exactly h0wt0 get there. It is needless t0 say that a weight was taken 0ff 0urnninds. We pinned 0ur faith t0 Br0wn, and s0ught hinn in hiswareh0use. Br0wn was a pr0nnpt business nnan, and a traveler, andw0uld kn0w every r0ute and every c0nveyance fr0nn N0va Sc0tia t0 CapeBret0n.